Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 88 - 83: Sis-in-law, Don’t Sell Me
Lin Qiaoxin agreed in her heart, shook her sore hand, and suddenly a cloth appeared in front of her eyes. She turned her head to see that it was Song Tingfan.
"Sister-in-law, wipe your hands." Song Tingfan looked at her obediently, his cheeks still a little flushed.
The antagonist really has nothing to say about this sister-in-law.
Lin Qiao felt a bit guilty for a moment, then took the cloth naturally, holding his hand gently and wiping it, then wiped her own.
The young man hadn’t expected his sister-in-law to do this. He stared at her, dumbfounded.
Silly rabbit.
Lin Qiao smiled warmly and pointed her index finger at his brow, "Little Uncle, did flowers grow on my face?"
She was teasing him, but seeing him nod blankly, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
She leaned in a bit closer and teased, "Then why don’t you pick them off for your sister-in-law?"
Staring at the face so close to him, Song Tingfan’s breath hitched, his Adam’s apple moving up and down involuntarily. He quickly turned his head, stammering as he reacted, "No, no... no, sister-in-law, I, I..."
It wasn’t that she had flowers on her face; it was that she was as pretty as a flower.
Having failed to get out a complete sentence for a long time, Lin Qiao stopped teasing him, not wanting to embarrass him further. She turned to look at Song Hao and casually asked, "Cousin, do you need a cloth?"
She wanted to build a good relationship with Song An’s family, adding a bit of invisible goodwill in the antagonist’s heart.
After all, the antagonist cared about Song An’s family.
Lin Qiao’s face made honest people embarrassed if they looked too long. Song Hao felt a bit shy, "Yes..."
The word "yes" wasn’t fully spoken before Song Tingfan took the cloth from Lin Qiao’s hand, speaking quickly, "It’s dirty, cousin. I’ll get you another one."
He didn’t like others using the same cloth as his sister-in-law. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Not even his cousin.
Before Song Hao could say anything, he walked away and soon returned with another cloth, "Cousin, you wipe."
"Thanks, Tingfan." Song Hao didn’t think much of it, first wiping his face and then his hands.
The wild boar released half a basin of blood. It could have been more, but they didn’t slit the throat cleanly at first. The boar struggled, and a lot of pig’s blood ended up on the ground.
But it was fortunate for Lai Cai and Jinbao, the two dogs, who stretched their tongues to gleefully lick the ground. Not far away, several big dogs watched, seemingly waiting for an opportunity to rush in.
Lin Qiao inadvertently noticed Song Tingfan giving a warning glare to those dogs.
Cute and fierce, protecting his kin.
She watched for a few moments and then looked away. By this time, the pig’s blood was drained, and Song An took a knife to start gutting the pig.
Two quarters of an hour later, the wild boar was split in half. Song An glanced at Mrs. Song, who was preparing to move the pig’s innards to the kitchen, clearly understanding what was on his mind, "Don’t bring it over yet, we’re giving half to Tingfan and his family."
He wasn’t wrong to protect this nephew, but this was something Song Tingfan deserved.
When dividing to Song Er’s family, Mrs. Song was of course unhappy. She objected, "We caught it, why give it to him? Even if you want to help, that’s not the way, just give the head."
"Could you say a few less words, woman?" Song An said, frustrated, scolding her.
Mrs. Song stuck her neck out and shouted, "I have the mouth to say what I want. If you have the ability, sew my mouth shut; otherwise, I’ll say what I want!"
"Mom!"
Song Mei was most annoyed at this part of her mother, always bullying the second uncle’s family. The second uncle treated them well when he was alive, buying them clothes during holidays.
Why, when it’s her mother, it becomes something the second uncle should do. By that logic, they should also provide for Tingfan.
Although Song Tingfan didn’t like Mrs. Song, he didn’t want his uncle’s family to be discordant either. He pressed his lips and said, "Uncle, I don’t want it." After speaking, he glanced at his sister-in-law, afraid she might be angry.
Lin Qiao naturally noticed but wasn’t angry. Mrs. Song’s character really was something hard to deal with. Despite Song An having the final say at home, a few times she had seen scratches on his face.
Mrs. Song probably did something good in a past life to marry Song An in this one.
"Uncle, we don’t want it. Just watching the pig being killed is enough."
Song An said in a deep voice, "When your uncle says something, it counts. Hao, help carry half to Tingfan’s place, also divide half of the innards."
Seeing Lin Qiao wanted to speak, he added, "Say more, and you won’t recognize me as your uncle."
Lin Qiao had no choice but to obediently keep quiet. Beside her, Song Tingfan glanced at her, his eyes slightly smiling.
Song Hao happily agreed. Under his mother’s face as black as pot ash, he carried back half of the pork.
Glancing at Mrs. Song, who looked like she wanted to burst into flames but couldn’t, Lin Qiao almost didn’t hold back her laughter.
Mrs. Song was doing a one-woman act.
...
The courtyard of Song’s second family.
With half a pig, it was temporarily more than enough. Lin Qiao thought there was a little more than a month to go until New Year, so they might as well keep it for smoked meat.
She asked Song Tingfan’s opinion, "Little Uncle, should we sell it or what?"
"Whatever you decide, sister-in-law." Song Tingfan looked at her obediently.
"Then the sister-in-law will keep it for smoked meat."
Lin Qiao rubbed the top of his head, and Song Tingfan instinctively lowered his head for her to stroke.
Then they got busy. It was past noon when they were finally done.
Looking at the long string of meat hanging in the courtyard, Song Tingfan couldn’t hide his joy, feeling a sense of family.
This time last year, he was still hunting in the deep mountains. They didn’t have a bed at home, no food, not even a grandfather or grandmother.
Let alone a sister-in-law who treated him well.
Beside him, Lin Qiao stretched her neck, "Little Uncle, take a bowl of pig’s blood to Granny Wang and their family."
Song Tingfan nodded, then paused and asked quietly, "Sister-in-law, why don’t we bring some to Uncle Lin?"
Lin Qiao looked at him with amusement, this child just liked to worry, "I left some for them. I’ll take it over later."
The Lin Family had recently been busy with the fields, and they probably already went to work there.
After a busy morning, the four were exhausted. After eating, they took a short nap.
Ever since Song Tingfan caught a chill last time, Lin Qiao habitually went to his room to see if he was covered well.
From the moment she entered the room, Song Tingfan had been watching her, his lips curved with a silly look.
As she pulled the quilt, she gently said, "Little Uncle, what are you looking at, go to sleep for a bit."
Song Tingfan nodded like a pecking chick. Watching her move to leave, he suddenly said, "Sister-in-law, you’re really nice." He finished speaking and pulled the quilt over his head.
Sister-in-law really was wonderful: she didn’t scold him, didn’t beat him, and she protected him.
As her sight fell on the quilt, Lin Qiao could not help but laugh. The antagonist’s goodwill toward this sister-in-law was at least six points now.
Thinking of this, she felt a bit smug inside. Her acting was spot on, "Little Uncle, you’re really good too."
...
It was a dream.
Winter had arrived, and the sky was filled with cold mist.
A woman in a dark green dress, her hair adorned with two golden hairpins, went from house to house asking if anyone was selling their children.
She was a well-known Ya Po in the area.
As winter approached, typically snow would last for many days, preventing the villagers from working. There was no source of income, and the mountains were scarce of food.
A few families sold their children.
Passing by the river, she saw a young boy of twelve fetching water. His ragged clothes did not hide his handsome appearance.
If he were sold to a brothel, he could fetch several hundred taels.
Her eyes lit up. After he left, she inquired with the villagers and was told he was from the Song Family by the river.
She followed the path there and knocked on the door, just in time to see a beautiful young woman kicking the boy several times. The boy didn’t dare make a noise or dodge, submissive and accepting.
Afraid he would be harmed, she chuckled and said, "Miss, don’t hit him. Sell him to me, and I’ll give you fifty taels of silver."
The young woman looked at her, seemingly stunned, and her thoughts were quickly stirred.
The boy, upon hearing the Ya Po’s words, instinctively backed away a few steps, desperately pleading, "Sister-in-law, please, don’t sell me, I can work."
